As the morning mist
          drifts away to die
        It’s just another day
       with a tear in her eye

          She is growing older
     but still don’t understand
       Why her life feels like
         an empty wasteland

            She does not see
         the good in her past
         Then thought her life
              is going to fast

     When she came to realize
  tears are shared by everyone
  She learned to except her life
         until her time is done
    
      
The Lost Poet
5/5/19